Gloom

Chapter 206

“Try…” I whispered, frowning.

Azazziel hid his hands in the pockets of his jacket and looked into the distance. His brow was furrowed, but he couldn't decipher if he was angry, about to scream in anger, or if he was just frustrated.

Our steps were increasingly slower. It was likely that at any moment we were going to stay there, standing, in the middle of a park adjacent to the shore of the Willamette River , already desolate at that hour. Not a soul seemed to dare to pass by.

I saw him tighten his lips.

"I've never done this, Amy," he said in a low, hoarse voice, still not looking at me. I've never told anyone.

"Was it... that bad?"

I hesitated when Azazziel snorted in exasperation. He set his jaw tightly; He even swore he was clenching his fists inside the pockets of his dark jacket. I sighed and, for the first time during the night, began to feel tiredness gaining on me. Additionally, the effect of the drinks made me feel more lethargic and clumsy than normal.

“Well, you win,” I m